Tournesol
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
I tournesol, my face is glazed in slender rays. In birdsong symphonies days get longer. Come leap, cascade in brooks be willow mild Come snowdrops, crocus spring my heart. Paint […]
Writing about living in two places (and times)
Poems & Stories from The Author Stew
practising for a whole life
haikai poetry matters
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis